A Maxwell?

Chapter 5

"Hello, Grandma?" His face scrunched up.

Why was she calling? He wondered.

"You know what it is today, Right?" His Grandma said, in her low voice.

"I don't care what day it is Grandma, it doesn't change the fact that he died due to his stupidity." His voice came out harshly.

"Stop it, Brian, stop yelling, your father loved you." The older woman was close to crying.

"Stop crying for someone that's not worth it, Grandma. Cause I won't be coming for that thing or whatsoever." He said and hung up.

Shit! He had planned on not getting angry today.

He slumped down on a chair.

"What?" He yelled, picking up his phone that was ringing loudly in his ears.

He didn't even look at the screen.

"Take it easy there, Wolf. It's me, Matt." Matt said.

"What is it, Matt?" Brian asked, taking a glass of Bacardi rum In his hands.

"You've forgotten or you don't wanna come," Matt said, more like a question.

"About what?" He asked.

"Stop it, bro, about Sylvester's Party," Matt replied.

"Hm." Brian scoffed.

"I don't want to, I'll hang up now," Brian said, with a sigh.

"No...no don't."

"Sylvester holds the power to the Arabians men... And drugs."

"Do you think.. he would have mounted his company after Two fúçking weeks out of bankruptcy just because he's hard-working?" Matt queried.

"This guy is powerful Brian... Not as powerful as you, but he's powerful."

"And you have to level him down.. 'cause it won't be funny if he joins forces with the Mexicans," Matt said again.

"I'm on my way," Brian mumbled and cut the call.

"Prepare the car." He said, to the intercom... As he walked to the Golden Closet by the corner of the room.

He had heard of how Sylvester Crook mounted up his company after Two weeks of bankruptcy.

He knew the guy had his hands on something.

But never knew it would be Drug!

He was the Drug Lord.

Arabians or not Arabians.

Sylvester was supposed to take permission from him first....before smuggling anything at all.

He walked out of the Mansion and got into his car.

"Where to Boss?" Tod asked, staring at him from the rearview.

"To the party at Boston." He said, his face showing no emotions.

"Sylvester Crook's Party??" Tod asked, with a raised brow.

"Yes." He answered, bluntly.

Tod nodded and ignited the engine of the car... and drove off.

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Ralda had begun her day already like usual.

Sweeping and cleaning.

Selling and throwing out dirt.

Was this how she would pay off Five Million Dollars??

She was now Twenty Two and had not finished University.

She was a dropout.

She was a Two Hundred level student before dropping out.

Her father had died and she had to drop out for her little sister that was just Ten years old.

"You're not doing this fast, as usual, Ralda."

"Do you really wanna get paid??" Mrs. Hailey half yelled, as she walked back into the shop and found herself deep in thinking.

"I'm almost through Mrs. Hailey." Ralda gritted her teeth.

What a woman??

Couldn't she at least wait for her to finish?

The woman was an ungrateful witch. Ralda hissed.

"Did you hiss at me just now, Ralda?" Do you think you're fit for this job?"

"I even let you take pack leftovers of what we sell... And you're still this ungrateful? No more taking of leftovers!!" She yelled.

"Huh? I'm so sorry Mrs. Hailey."

"I did not hiss, I swear."

"It was just a slip of my tongue, 'cause it hurts after thinking for so many minutes," Ralda begged.

What would she do without those leftovers? How would she cope?

How would Chelsea do?

They wouldn't have what to eat. She thought.

"Clean quickly or else You're Fired!!" Mrs. Hailey said as she walked out of the shop.

Damn! The woman was ungrateful.

Didn't she say.. her father had been a help to her before?

How could she render them helpless like this?

She hissed a bitter one and swept faster.

There was no other place to go work?

Mrs. Hailey knew that and was using it to her advantage.

She was going to find a way out of her mess... Sooner or later.

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"My cash for the day," Ralda mumbled as she stood in front of Mrs. Hailey.

"What cash? You didn't even work for the pay today, Ralda. I think you're becoming too unfit for the job." The woman scoffed, as she counted the cash they made for the day.

Ralda said nothing... as she waited patiently.

"Here. And don't take any leftovers today. It's banned." The woman said again.

Ralda said nothing... as she walked out of the shop.

It wasn't the woman's fault. Her father caused this. She thought... as she rode her bicycle to Diego's Street.

She stopped the bicycle and got down.

This was her other part-time job.

Working as a coffee attendant at McKenzie's.

"Hey, Ralda... we missed you." An old man waved, as he sat with his small dog.

"Old Pa Johnny. How is Joejoe doing?" Ralda asked, as she walked over to them.. and played with the dog's hair.

"He has been sick for the past few days. but there is nothing Old Pa Johnny can't take care of. Right?" The old man queried.

"Yeah. Old Pa Johnny is very brave." Ralda said, and chuckled.

"Bye." She said as she walked to the shop counter.

"Tell me.. he's not here yet." She turned to a tall blonde and pouted.

"He's not here yet." She smiled.

"He's not?" Ralda asked, surprised.

"Third Boss was always early for the night shift."

"He is.. he's inside talking to Esme 'cause she came late," Sophie answered, and sighed.

"I'm next though. you're not an exemption." Sophie muttered, and she laughed.

"Why would I? It's not like I'm his daughter." She pouted, making cute faces.

Sophie laughed.

"And Boss said... I should give you this."

He said, "Someone is coming over."

"The VIP??" Ralda asked, more like a statement.

She hated being their attendant.

Those people are one hell of trouble.

She hissed.

"What's their table name?" She asked again.

"I don't know about him, Ralda.."

"But he's always here sometimes."

"A Maxwell I guess," Sophie said.

"Maxwell!!"

T. B. C